Thirty-seven
Nahla
Ugh! I hate this so much. When I was just about to have fun. But I know how to teach him a lesson.
'I need to teach him a lesson' I send a message to Genesis.
'So you want to seduce him? I kept some linegeries in there,wear the black one with the socks and make him beg"she replies.
I open my box to unpack and i see some of my linegeries where she said it will be.
Thank you Genesis.
I straighten my hair and i put on some make up and I wear the linegerie. And my lipstick is bright red. I hear him coming back, right on time.
"Babe I'm sorry"Zion starts and he stops in his tracks. Right where i want him to be.
"What were you saying Zion?"i ask him, totally pretending to be oblivious that he's starting at me.
"You make sexy look classic"he mumbles. I ignore him and I turn back to the mirror brushing my hair. But not before noticing that Zion junior has risen.
Haha in your face.
"Babe"Zion says and i ignore him.
He hugs me from behind and he kissed my neck.
He spins me around and he grabs my ass.
He kissed me again. I break the kiss and say : "babe,I have to go and meet Gene, i have some matters to discuss with her" I turn and head for the door. But in the nick of time. He grabs the back of my linegerie and he presses my back to his cock. Oh and did i mention that his shirt and pants are off. I guess I am that skilled. The only thing that is preventing his cock Frome entering mt behind is a thin cloth.
"Zion,not now,you see i have important matters to discuss with Genesis"i say and a look of realization crosses his face.
"Babe I am sorry,please forgive me"he says. I don't reply then he kisses my sweet spot. And I moan. *Facepalm* Zion takes rhe the hint and. realizes that i have forgiven him. He lays me down on our bed and he finds my sweet point and he marks me and all I can feel now is pure escatsy. I mark him back and thr remaining piece of clothing we have on dissapears and then....(use yohr imagination 😉😉😉)
[Hint: it can be as wild as you want it to be......bye....]
Six hours later
I lay here in my bed all cuddled up with my mate. It's raining. This is the best day ever.
HIM
My beautiful mate is now dressed.
As she stood with her nose pressed against the glass, watching the thunderstorm and laughing, I know now that i love her so much. She was like a little girl sometimes, but that is one of my favorite things about her. Everytime she saw the lighting her eyes widened and she smiled. And I wrapped my hands around here,and i know this is where I want to be.
She turns hee head to face me and says"let's dance"i look at her shocked but i agree anyway. She drags me to our balcony away from everyone else and no one can see us here and the song beauty and the beast plays. How ironic.
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
This is so true
Beauty and the Beast
Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
And ever just as sure
As the sun will rise
I will always love her,she's my queen
Ever just the same
And ever a surprise
Ever as before
And ever just as sure
As the sun will rise
Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bitter-sweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong
We have been through a lot.
Certain as the sun
Certain as the sun
She lights up my world
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
We looked at each other
Beauty and the Beast
And then we kiss.
Beauty and...
Beauty and the Beast
HER
After the song ends.
"Are you ready for round six?"Zion asks me and I laugh.
THIRTY
Nahla
Ugh! I hate this so much. When I was just about to have fun. But I know how to teach him a lesson.
'I need to teach him a lesson' I send a message to Genesis.
'So you want to seduce him? I kept some linegeries in there,wear the black one with the socks and make him beg"she replies.
I open my box to unpack and i see some of my linegeries where she said it will be.
Thank you Genesis.
I straighten my hair and i put on some make up and I wear the linegerie. And my lipstick is bright red. I hear him coming back, right on time.
"Babe I'm sorry"Zion starts and he stops in his tracks. Right where i want him to be.
"What were you saying Zion?"i ask him, totally pretending to be oblivious that he's starting at me.
"You make sexy look classic"he mumbles. I ignore him and I turn back to the mirror brushing my hair. But not before noticing that Zion junior has risen.
Haha in your face.
"Babe"Zion says and i ignore him.
He hugs me from behind and he kissed my neck.
He spins me around and he grabs my ass.
He kissed me again. I break the kiss and say : "babe,I have to go and meet Gene, i have some matters to discuss with her" I turn and head for the door. But in the nick of time. He grabs the back of my linegerie and he presses my back to his cock. Oh and did i mention that his shirt and pants are off. I guess I am that skilled. The only thing that is preventing his cock Frome entering mt behind is a thin cloth.
"Zion,not now,you see i have important matters to discuss with Genesis"i say and a look of realization crosses his face.
"Babe I am sorry,please forgive me"he says. I don't reply then he kisses my sweet spot. And I moan. *Facepalm* Zion takes rhe the hint and. realizes that i have forgiven him. He lays me down on our bed and he finds my sweet point and he marks me and all I can feel now is pure escatsy. I mark him back and thr remaining piece of clothing we have on dissapears and then....(use yohr imagination 😉😉😉)
[Hint: it can be as wild as you want it to be......bye....]
Six hours later
I lay here in my bed all cuddled up with my mate. It's raining. This is the best day ever.
HIM
My beautiful mate is now dressed.
As she stood with her nose pressed against the glass, watching the thunderstorm and laughing, I know now that i love her so much. She was like a little girl sometimes, but that is one of my favorite things about her. Everytime she saw the lighting her eyes widened and she smiled. And I wrapped my hands around here,and i know this is where I want to be.
She turns hee head to face me and says"let's dance"i look at her shocked but i agree anyway. She drags me to our balcony away from everyone else and no one can see us here and the song beauty and the beast plays. How ironic.
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
This is so true
Beauty and the Beast
Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
And ever just as sure
As the sun will rise
I will always love her,she's my queen
Ever just the same
And ever a surprise
Ever as before
And ever just as sure
As the sun will rise
Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bitter-sweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong
We have been through a lot.
Certain as the sun
Certain as the sun
She lights up my world
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
We looked at each other
Beauty and the Beast
And then we kiss.
Beauty and...
Beauty and the Beast
HER
After the song ends.
"Are you ready for round six?"Zion asks me and I laugh.


REWRITING AND EDITING SOME CHAPTERS MIGHT LOOK CHOPPY AND UNORGANISED 


"To pay off a gambling debt, my father'sold' me to Alpha Hades."



Vincent growls, "I'm going to count to three," and then stops. The rest of it is up to him. Without my presence, he will find me... and I will regret it.

I'm familiar with the game, and the only way it can end is with shattered bones. Mis wolves will take over and make me pay if I don't show up. Even if I do as he commands, his wolf will still seize control and I will be the one to pay the price.

'One!' He snarls, his tone stern.

I dig my nails into my palm till they bleed as a tear slowly slides down my cheek. Even as I write this, my bottom lip trembles with the weight of more tears. I want Logan to understand how much he's causing me pain.

Vincent counts to two as he gestures for me to come over to where he is. I can feel his excitement building. He craves the number 'three,' and he's hoping for it.

...Dreams she didn't know she had, that was the good part.

They looked good and Su Yan even better. Su Yan had not covered his scar this time, his hair was swept back roughly but it looked good and black always made him look great.

He on the other hand thought she looked better than the last time. He didn't remove his eyes from her face until they both stepped in.

"Hello" she said in Chinese startling both men as she did. 
"Well that's all I can say right now, do come in" she smiled closing the door and turning to them. 
He couldn't be more impressed  but she proved him wrong, he replied her in Chinese for the sake of it and he saw her light up. He tried to picture himself learning her language too in his head.

"Woo Jin, thank you so much for honoring my invitation. I didn't know if you were going to actually make it."
"I didn't have much choice." he joked.  He was impressed at how beautiful her house was, she made use of her space well enough and one could see she appreciated beauty. 

"OK, I'm hungry enough let's do this" Precious stepped out bundling her hair with a scrunchy she took off Tales dresser. She went with a blue gown that carved out her body well enough.
A surprised Tale looked at her friend cos she always did her best to hide her figure but why tonight?
Precious ignored her as she took to greeting their guests.
"You look great Precious." Su Yan complimented her
"I know you only see one person in this room but I will take that compliment and say thank you."
She walked to Woo Jin and Tale smiled for she knew the poor man was in for it tonight with her friend.

"Woo Jin please sit down, Precious kitchen now!"
"No I'd help you instead." Su Yan insisted.
"What a gentle man." a happy Precious lifted her shoulders as she led Woo Jin to the dinning table

Tale couldn't help but smile, she had no words for what was happening. Precious had hated Chris, her ex, from the beginning, but with Su Yan she might as well bundle her up to the man for a cold bottle of water.

The four of them sat down to dinner once the table was set by Su Yan, he filled her glass with water and his too.
"I guess we are on our own right Jin."
"I never saw it any other way." he replied as he did same for her and himself.
"Will you all stop, I should be doing the serving." Tale protested.
"Who told you that?"
"Seriously, OK what are we eating?" she asked him
"Nigerian food."
"There's like one hundred different kind."
"The kind that is in the plate" he said pointing to the white plate that held their food.

Her eyes narrowed before she laughed.
"Old married couple." Precious butted in as she took to serving everyone. 
The both women couldn't hold back a laugh when Su Yan took a bite without asking. Woo Jin on the other hand wasn't sure he wanted to take that risk.
"Are you hungry or not curious?" 
"Both." he replied as he really tasted the food. He liked it. 
"If you don't think you are OK with eating this I have…"
"He will eat it." Su Yan replied. He didn't want her stressing herself over anything anymore.
"Don't be rude," she turned to Woo Jin "Why don't you try a bite, if you don't like it I promise I would surprise you." this was her first time really meeting him and she was certain he wasn't as open minded as Su Yan.

"She aims to please." Precious added.  Tale knew the underlying meaning to what her friend said and kicked her under the table.

Woo Jin complied as he took a bite, he found he liked it too, and the chicken peppersoup was mildly spiced, he appreciated the effort she put into making it because he knew Nigerian food always come heavily spiced.

Tale finally faced her food as Precious asked Woo Jin questions about what he did and how he found the country since he moved.

He knew his friend hadn't come open to Tale about his life so he touched the surface on what he did without lying to them.

Tale found him interesting, he was equally handsome, wasn't as tall as Su Yan but he had a charming smile when he gave up his frown, he was definitely familiar with the gym, a lot. 

"Why don't we give you two some room." Precious announced when their plates were cleared. 
She gave Woo Jin a look that said it was their cue to leave as both stepped out into the breezy night air.

Su Yan who had been ready to go decided to use the opportunity to ask her to a date. 

He had been  worried on the best way possible to ask her and couldn't come up with anything that suited what the word "worthy" meant to him. 

He decided to take Woo Jin advice and go old school and simple.

Strikingly beautiful young Tale is a girl whose hearts longs for adventure, love, excitement and all the beauty of this world. Find out what happens when she finally finds the courage to leave the four walls of an office into an intriguing world she had always only dreamed of with a man who forced his way into her life and maybe her heart.

Zhang Su Yan is the heir to the biggest civil engineering company in all of China, the only son of his parents and a carefree human deep down. He finds himself in Africa, on Nigerian soil to break grounds with the government of one of the states in the country. He had dealt with a past love that had left a physical scar and was content with his life as it was, or so he thought. 
The boy within him takes over when he meets with a stubborn accountant with a shrewd head for business. A black skin goddess, who wanted nothing more than to live a life full of beautiful moments and memories.

Find out what happens when this two discover the price for desire, risk, adventure...and maybe, Love.

Love, Tale.

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"I've had quite a bit of Nigerian food and i can say yours might be good" he replied ending the topic as he finally dug in.

Tale had been avoiding his face since the moment they met but now she could see clearly under her mini chandelier.
His face was well sculpted and all clear with a jawline to die for and It embodied the very essence of masculine beauty, he had a perfect forehead and his eyebrows were perfectly winged that they made her fingertips throb and made her a little jealous. The only place that held a little softness were his eyes, there were as dark as night but beautiful. His hair was midnight black and fell to one side of his face covering a scar she couldn't see yet.
Such a face did not belong to a man who was sweet but of one who commanded, demanded and took action. His lips were so fine and firm, it sent a seductive shiver down her spine. Men like this-- who looked like he did led women to sin... And into loosing their peace of mind. 

"You know it's rude to stare?" he said when he felt he had allowed her have her fill.

DISCLAIMER

All characters asides from the lead female character Tale which part of her is about my life (I'm an accountant, i never liked my job and I really want to travel the world, someday soon) is fictional. I believe one of the joys of writing is being able to become someone else. 
All characters are fictitious and any resemblance to a real life person is completely a coincidence.

Original Cover photo by @Bre. Lexis.
Source  (Pinterest)


UPDATE

I'm still trying to figure it out.. lol
stick with me to find out.

~When in trouble, look to nature for answers~
-Unknown

Leif had been speeding through the forest for a while now, he could not understand why he was yet to find his kinsmen or why they were yet to reveal themselves to him, it couldn't be that they were unaware of his presence here, they must have felt it the very moment he stepped into the Kormmite forest, just as he felt theirs.
How was it that he had yet to meet any of them, he had been tracking down clues of their presence but it seemed he was moving in circles, he did not know what to make of this, he would have assumed the clues were misleading but they had been covered up in such a way that only a fellow kinsman could identify it, why go through all the trouble to obscure a clue so much if it was just meant to intentionally deceive others?
Leif sighed in frustration, coming to a halt beside a huge oak tree, he leaned against it to rest his aching muscles a little. On a normal, this little activity wouldn't even phase him, but they had been on the road for over a month now, hardly stopping for a rest, he was exhausted and in dire need of rest.
He ignored the excited chatter of the tree, trying but failing to block out it's ridiculous stories, the tree chattered on and on, not the least bit bothered that it was being ignored. The tree told him the most amusing things, and eventually Leif found himself being lost in it's tales.
'Once there was a man, a long time past you see, it could have been decades ago, or centuries perhaps, after standing for so long, my memories fail me you see...

He was a young one, perhaps about fifteen summers old you see, or he could have been even younger or much older, as perceptive as I am, looks are quite deceptive you see...

He staggered into this forest, fatigued and famished, back then the forest was much, much larger you see, covered the east of Korm, right down to the west river, you see...

Though Dalagh had long stood, our territories had only been recently breached then you see, the people of Korm were but a little settlement of about fifty some huts you see...

The exhausted young man leaned against my very trunk, much like you are now you see, but then I was much, much younger, a little over a century old you see...

But even in my young age and lacking much wisdom as I have acquired now, I could still tell quite clearly that the young man was not one to be trusted you see, I told my kin as such, but they failed to listen you see...

Back then, we trees were not all about trickery, we had our flowery and deceptive words yes, deception we had learnt from the human race way back at the beginning of time, but we equally were compassionate, as is our true nature you see...

I warned my kin against speaking to him in human tongue, they were eager to aid him you see, could not bear to see him starve to death but not I, the idea of revealing a side of us, our words, a truth only our human kin the forest tribe knew off was quite unappealing to me, you see...

My kin hearkened not to my words you see, termed it as fool hardy pride of one too young you see, and then the young man whispered, words of injustice he whispered, my kin and even I were now intrigued, the thing about we trees is that we loved to hear a good tale almost as much as we loved sharing one you see...

Unable to contain our curiosity, my kin whispered in the air, letting our words fill the ears of the young man, we spoke in human tongue you see, knowing he would not understand our own tongue you see...

'pray tell, pray tell... what is your story, young one, tell us, tell us, do tell us your tale young one, tell us and you shall be fed, tell us and you shall be sheltered, tell us and you shall be protected till tis time for you to return home'
My kin whispered these words into the young man's hearing, they believed that one so young would hardly be tainted by the darkness of humanity you see, they believed in the goodness of youth, a believe I found difficult to share you see...

The young man was shocked, as was to be expected but in time he calmed and agreed to our bargain, his tale for nourishment, his tale for shelter and his tale for protection, for a starving man, a heavenly bargain indeed, we trees make not bargains that can be refused you see...

He told us his tale as was requested and quite a tale it was, a tale of love so young, pure and beautiful, a tale of status in human society and a tale of false accusations and exile. The young one was a man of Korm you see, what humans call a stable boy as he described, a lowly servant who tended to his master's horses and tamed beasts, an orphan he was and so a life of suffering and ridicule he led you see...

The young man spoke of light in his darkness, light in the person of a childhood playmate, his master's only daughter you see, growing up together despite their different status, a lady and a slave, they had come to love one another dearly, hardly surprising, you see...

As was to be expected, such love was not meant to be you see, the young man in a moment of bravery declared to his lord his intentions for his daughter, an act he would come to severely regret not long after as that was the beginning of torment for him you see...

Time will fail me to tell of all that he had told us, much suffering one so young had endured as punishment for his innocent feelings, his tale was a sad one, ending in his exile into the depths of the forest after being accused of a murder he did not commit, a truly sad tale you see...

And at the end of it, my kin fulfilled our end of the bargain, teaching him of where to find nourishment, and sheltering him from the predatory forest life, four full summers he tarried with us, till the time of exile was up and it was time to go, at the end of it all, there was but one promise we were yet to keep, the offer of protection, you see...

And so he requested, that this promise be called upon whenever he deemed it fit, without much hesitation, my kin agreed and the young lad departed, not half a summer later, he returned, but not alone you see...

With him was the lady of his heart, we recognized her immediately because he had spoken much of her in the four summers he tarried with us, not too far behind was the Lord and two guards giving chase you see...

On my trunk he leaned yet again to catch his breath, his lover in his arms, my kin did not hesitate to give aid, but we were unable to because right before our very eyes, marital vows were quickly exchanged, the chieftain's ring of the Korm settlement was handed over amidst blushing cheeks, the lady handing over her inheritance to her husband, right before he slit her throat, her blood staining my very trunk, the poor girl died instantly, her last expression one of surprise, she died not even understanding why she had, you see...

And then with knowledge of the terrain he had gotten from us, the young man concealed himself, awaiting the Lord and his guards, that scream of a broken man the Lord released at the sight of his dead child, filled with such pain and sorrow, never have I heard such a terrifying sound afore, the young man in the woods smiled in content, to see his tormentor in such pain brought him joy, despite what had been sacrificed to achieve this, you see...

Out of the woods he jumped, upon the Lord and his guards, taking them by surprise, dagger glinting wickedly in hand, stained with the blood of the lady and then the Lord and the two innocent guards, and when all had fallen, blood was all to be seen you see...

Next he injured his own self, plunging the dagger in his own skin and then he placed the dagger in the cold hands of the dead girl, and after painting his body and clothing in blood, he released a cry of terror and ran for the forest exit on staggering feet, right before he left, his final words were, 'I call upon your vow of protection now, of these incident, you shall never speak' and then he left, cursing us to silence on such treachery, you see...

Next came the search party, what tales he had told of what happened within the forest we know not, all that was known was, the settlement of Korm had a new chieftain, a survivor of the haunted forest, the forest that manipulated those unfortunate enough to fall for it's trickery and forced men to turn their swords on their own kin, and as the decaying bodies were taken out of the forest, the chieftain's order was given, 'cut the forest down!, Cut the forest down!' and so the forest was cut down, hundreds of my kin felled from the river down to what will come to be known as the Kormmite forest's border, a few of us were lucky to escape, with the aid of our human kin the forest tribe, you see...

Heeding our plea, some of our human kin came to reside here, deep in the Eastern parts, rejuvenating our lost vitality with their magic, but in all the years to come, we trees will never forget, the brutality and cruelty of the human race, such is their true nature, from the least to the greatest, none is exempted, you see...

This is but one of my many tales my kin, in the long space of centuries I have stood, much have I seen... much have I seen.

Leif pondered over the trees tale for a long time, shuddering as he thought of such cruelty, shaking his head, he recalled the trees' hint, and with a nod of thanks, darted towards the east.
_________
Leif came to a sharp halt, not of his own volition this time but to avoid colliding into the man who had appeared out of no where in his path.
Leif stared at the man just as much as the man stared at him, after a while the man slowly dropped to a knee, his head bowed.
"All hail the heart of the forest. The forest tribe of Korm welcomes the third prince of the royal house." The man spoke in a voice as smooth as flowing water. Leif released a relieved sigh, he had finally found them.


[Rewriting]

The seven kingdoms of the West Continent, a world dominated by power, where the strong ruled and were loved, desired and exalted, the strong were the Gods and the weak, though few, were content to live under the protection of the strong.

This was the world Andronika Majeir was born into, a world of strength, a world of power, a world of warriors and powerful bloodlines and special body markings, a world of the strong and Andronika was one of them, one of the strong...No, she was one of the strongest, one of the most powerful.

Born into a military family, a lineage of outstanding Generals, Nika was trained from birth to be an excellent warrior, strategist and leader, at a young age, her prowess in battle was unmatched and her power markings never before seen, however along with battle training Nika was raised knowing her duty as a Majeir, a duty to guard, protect and fight for her kingdom and her king.

Young , foolish and unwilling to accept her fate to protect, Nika ended up making all the wrong choices in life, betraying her father and her king.

Nika died at the hands of her lover, for whom she gave up everything, filled with regret and shame, Nika knew that she who had been an undefeated warrior had been completely deceived and utterly defeated by love, she knew her death was well deserved, but as she welcomed her death with open arms, Nika had one last thought.

"I have been such a fool, if there was a second chance, I Andronika Majeir swear on my life and honor that I will right all my wrongs, I will live only for my duty as a Majeir, If there was a second chance, I will conquer love."

First book in the Tales of the continents.

**I do not own the cover art, all credits go to the artist. It will be taken off upon request**

At first, Aiden simply ignored what the old man was blabbering about. However, his attention was grabbed when he suddenly mentioned a 'Grotto', a special place that is further beyond the tribe's grounds… That may be the place he was actually hoping to find!
With his attention now grabbed, Aiden turned to look at the old orc, who kept grinning at him with his hideous, wrinkled dark grey face, sitting on the ground next to him. Forcing to return his sudden kindness, Aiden smiled back, giving his best, friendliest smile he could muster.
"[Goblin] Please tell me more about this Grotto, this 'Sanctum' you just mentioned. Just as you guessed, that is indeed my destination, the reason I came here." 
The old man pumped his skinny right arm in the air triumphantly upon hearing the confirmation to his conjectures from the goblin.
"[Goblin] Haha, I knew it! I knew someone of your caliber wouldn't come to this useless tribe's last-ditch effort to survive! These bastards are doomed, I tell ya, doomed! They can't accept the fact that the main horde has pretty much given up on them, and just sent them on this mission to die out!" As he spoke, his expression soured and as he turned towards the tribe's direction, he spat spitefully on the ground. 
"Ptooey!" Then, he turned back and looked mostly in front of himself, to the ground as he continued with a much gloomier tone. "[Goblin] You know, this tribe used to be different. WE used to be different. Not this barbaric, savage, brainless mob of monsters that has no more place in the world of the living, but way back…"
The old orc let out a sigh, as he continued to be lost in his own gaze, probably reminiscing about a much brighter past.
"[Goblin] What happened?" The goblin's inquiring voice came from next to the old man.
Hearing the question, the old man let out another long-winded breath of air and continued to dazedly gaze into the large bonfire still crackling proudly.
After a short while, he opened his mouth and in his raspy, aged voice, he was about to recount a tale that, at least for some small bits, Aiden already had a small insight, thanks to the absorbed orc's memories. Looking at the old man, an idea popped into Aiden's mind.
"[Goblin] Well… It's not an easy tale, and my goblin dialect might not be good enough to tell the story correctly…" He sighed, getting increasingly lost in his memories.
However, the next words, surprised him enough to pull him back from his reverie.
"[Goblin] Tell me the story in your original, Orc language. I want to listen to your story in your own tongue, in your original telling."
Turning away from the bonfire, the old man gave an incredulous, doubting look to the goblin.
"[Goblin] Are you sure, little guy? I know you are much smarter than the average, but to listen to it in orcish…"
Aiden gave a friendly, kind smile and instead of answering, he silently nodded, motioning for the old man not to worry and start recounting his tale. Meanwhile, inwardly, he was focusing already, his focus was on the old man's every word. Previously he noticed that the language of the orcs was either too simplistic or held too many similarities to the already analyzed languages, as the progress was relatively fast. With some luck, he would be able to listen to the old man's tale, and by the end, would be able to join in as well… 
Even if not, getting the language unlocked in his system, and being able to understand this growling, throaty language would be incredibly beneficial to him for his current mission.
The old man sized up the small goblin one more time before he finally acquiesced. In the end, it didn't matter if the little goblin would understand him or not, the matter of fact was, that by telling his story, he was hoping to let out his emotions. He felt guilty for all that happened, he knew that what happened was his fault, his greediness, his stupidity was what caused his tribe to fall. He made them pack up and leave the safety of their mountain, to join this demonic horde to create an idealistic world and a space for their own.
It was a foolish dream, a fruitless hope that was destined for failure. He was sure of it now. This world, this dark, cruel, unforgiving place held no place for their kind.
Taking in a large gasp of fresh air, the old man slowly exhaled it, whilst he collected his thoughts.
Eventually, as he was lost gazing at the bonfire, he opened his mouth and began to recount the tale, in his raspy voice. Compared to before, his words were alien, seemingly unintelligent to Aiden. The old man, agreeing to his request, was speaking in Orcish.
"[Orc] Thwarg, uiog rouy mnjraghanhst warghthasg raga…" 
His words sounding nothing more than throaty gurgles, without anything coherent for Aiden's ears to pick up. Still, his system immediately kicked in, calming Aiden's increasing agitation that it was rapidly processing the language.
[Analyzing Language: Orc… Progress 10%]
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[Analyzing Language: Orc… Progress 17%]
At first, the old shaman stopped after some small sections and looked at the goblin if he was still following along. Seeing his apt attention as he was focusing on his every word reassured the old man, and soon he was completely lost in recounting his own tale. 
Just as Aiden was expecting, the system picked up the pace, and the progress made leaps and bounds, rapidly closing on the 100% mark.
[Analyzing Language: Orc… Progress 31%]
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Eventually, the progress reached completion, and just like back in the goblin's the text changed and was informing Aiden of the creation of the desired language skill.
[Analyzing Language: Orc… Progress 100%]
[Analysis complete, processing information, creating skill. Remaining time: 0 hours 3 minutes 55 seconds]
Just like with the analysis, even the skill creation only took a fraction of the usually required time. Aiden wasn't certain if this was a result of the similarities with some of his already known languages, or if the system just got better, or if there was anything else in play… Regardless of what the cause was, the fact was that whilst the Old Orc was still seemingly deep in recounting his tale, he got the necessary skill to be able to understand and converse with yet another species.
Minutes passed, and seemingly unbeknownst to the old man, Aiden was finally prompted by a familiar bell-like sound ringing inside his mind, informing him of a new message. A message that told him that he now possesses the very much appreciated skill: [Language: Orc]. 
A small smirk began to creep up on his face as he read the message. He now gained the ability to understand and even discourse with the orcs, giving him a potentially very powerful tool to tackle any upcoming situation now and in the future!
The old shaman also noticed the sudden smirk creeping up on the goblin's face. Not sure what could have caused it, he stopped in his tracks, and asked out, forgetting to switch back to the [Goblin] dialect.
"[Orc] Hey, what's so funny goblin? Mind telling me?"
As soon as he spoke, he realized he talked in his own language, and that the small guy would probably not understand him at all. He was about to correct himself and translate it to the goblin's language when to his shock and surprise, the little guy opened his mouth and spoke in clear, and perfect Orcish.
"[Orc] Don't worry about it, I was just reminded of something. Please, continue with your story."
The old man was utterly shocked. Yes, he might have agreed to tell the tale on his own, but he wasn't expecting the little guy to actually understand anything about it. It didn't really matter anyway, and just as he thought, just the mere fact of letting his emotions out felt therapeutic, refreshing. He felt as if a huge burden was slowly being chipped off from his shoulders and giving him that much-needed breath of fresh air. 
It was a refreshing, rejuvenating experience. His old, aged bones made a lot of mistakes, -some worse than others-, over the years in the pursuit of power, but ultimately, he didn't mind most of them. What he did regret and would do anything to be able to fix, was the moment when he agreed to join the horde. That was the point when he personally ruined the tribe, the exact moment in time where the fate of his people, his tribe, his legacy was ripped out from history and thrust into the pits of doom. 
The lords he decided the serve, those 'beings' didn't give a shit about their race! Why would they? They were nothing more than cannon-fodder, warriors to be used and thrown to the frontlines. That's where they belonged.


Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist?

Follow the epic journey of Aiden, the last primal, a unique and ancient race as he finds his place in a strange, new world, filled with threats and violence.

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This story (and the world itself) is something I started writing and creating 15 years ago, while I was telling stories with my friends in our regular D&D sessions. The world is a hand-crafted fantasy world, filled with history and lore that we created over the course of years. While I may be new to the writing scene, I will do my very best to bring you an enjoyable experience. 

Hope you enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoyed creating it.

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3 months after Tale and the girls settled at Ohara.
While Tale was working at his restaurant someone brought a newspaper for him and told him to look at it.
When Tale looked at the newspaper he was shocked as he saw that on the front page there was a picture of him with a bounty of 1Billion belly. It also said he was wanted only alive.
While Tale was looking at the newspaper he didn't realize Kokoro has sneaked behind him and was looking at the newspaper.
"Y... You have a bounty!!!" Kokoro screamed as she was surprised to see Tale had a bounty.
Kokoro's scream alerted everyone in the restaurant.
When Tsuru and Shakuyaku heard Kokoro's scream they thought something had happened but when they heard the sentence she said they were also very surprised.
Tale decided to close the restaurant for the day.
When Tale closed the restaurant, Tale and the girls left to go to their house and think as to why Tale got the bounty.
On the way home Tale though as to why he could have gotten the bounty and saw two lady's faces appear in his mind.
'It can't be them can it?' Tale though.
When they got home Tale decided to tell the girls what had happened on Sabaody Archipelago when he was exploring it alone.
After Tale explained it. The girls looked at each other and nodded their heads while thinking that it was possible.
The next day Tale opened the restaurant, there were fewer people coming in the restaurant but it fixed after a few weeks.
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9 months after Tale got the bounty while he was working in a restaurant a girl came to him and proposed.
Tale was surprised by that as everyone on the island knew he already had few wives.
"Nico, don't you know I already have few wives?" Tale asked the girl in front of him.
"I... I know that b... But I love you!!!" Nico screamed.
A few moments later Nico realized she screamed it out loud and everyone in the restaurant heard it.
Tale's girls looked at Nico and sighted as they knew she was always sneaking around the restaurant looking for Tale.
"Tt... Tha... I'm sorry!!!" Nico screamed and run out of the restaurant.
Tale looked at the figure running and sighed and walked to the kitchen.
Later that day Tale and girls had the talk.
"What should I do with Nico?" Tale asked the girls as he was felling a headache.
"Accept her," Tsuru said.
"She's too young to be in a relationship," Tale said.
The girls looked at Tale.
'"You are the same age as her,"' The girls said.
'*sigh*' Tale sighed.
The whole night Tale and the girls talked.
Tale decided to accept Nico in the harem.
The next morning Tale decided to close the shop for the day and talk to Nico.
When Tale said that he agrees to Nico bring his wife, Nico didn't know what to do so she screamed in happiness.
"YESSS!!!" Nico screamed.
A few people who were near them looked at Nico and congratulated her, as they could finally relax a little and not get questioned by Nico about Tale all day.
When Tale saw that Nico was so happy he decided to take her on her first date.
After finishing the date Nico came to Tale's house and was greeted by her new sisters.
"H... Hello," Nico said weakly while blushing.
'So cute!!!' The girls though inside their head and hugged Nico.
"I... I ca't beath!!" Nico screamed.
'"Sorry,"' The girls apologized and let go of Nico.
"I... It's okay," Nico said while blushing.
The next day Nico decided to move to Tale's house as she lived alone.
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3 years 9 months after Nico moved in.
When Tale was working in the restaurant someone came running to the restaurant.
"T... Tale marines are here for you!" The man said.
Tale frowned and decided to go check the port.
When he reached the port he was surprised to see the ship he build for Garp here.
"Garp-san why are you here?" Tale asked.
All marines looked at Tale and were ready to draw their weapons. But before they could a voice came from the ship.
"Don't worry Tale, we are not here to arrest you," Garp said and jumped down.
Garp landed next to Tale.
"You have grown quite a bit," Garp said as he looked at Tale standing in front of him.
"Why are you here for then?" Tale, asked as he looked down to meet Garp's eyes.
"I need your help," Garp said to Tale.
Tale looked at Garp, he saw that Garp was serious.
"What happened?" Tale asked.
Garp then said that a Pirate crew named Rocks Pirates were attacking world nobles and their slaves on God's Valley.
Tale though a bit about it and decided to go.
Garp then gave Tale an eternal compass that was leading to God's Valley and left after drinking some rum with Tale.
Tale closed the restaurant and said that he will be gone for a few months.
All of the girls decided to go with Tale.
Tale agreed as all of them could protect themselves.
The next morning Tale took out the ship from the 'World'.
All the people on the Ohara came to say goodbye to Tale and the girls.
After saying goodbye to everyone Tale and the girls' set sail.
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For the next 3 months [30 in the world] Tale with girls trained in the space.
In those 3 [30] months Tale made a big breakthrough.
Tale decided to check how much his strength has improved so he opened his [Status]
[Status]
[Name] Eric L. Tale
[Gender] Male
[Race] Human
[Age] 18 Years old.
[Strength] 25783
[Speed] 25348
[Endurance] 24968
[Luck] ∞
[Charisma] ∞
The girls also made big breakthroughs, the girls except Nico's strength was above fleet admiral.
Nico reached the bottom of Admiral's strength.
While they were training the wolves also decided to train as they felt their powers were low compared to the people in front of them.
Sometimes Kiona would come to talk to girls since they could hear her after making breakthroughs in Kenbunshoku Haki.
Kiona was very happy to talk to them as she never had any girl-friends.
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After those 3[30] months of hard training.
They reached God's Valley Island. When they were getting closer to the Island they saw many ships fighting against each other.
Tale spread his Haki in all directions to check where Garp was.
When he sensed Garp's presence he set sail in that Garp's direction.
When they were getting close to Garp they were sometimes shot by Pirates.
Tale caught all cannonballs and threw them back.
After seeing that the newcomer could catch the cannonballs that they fired they reported to their boss.
While the Pirates were reporting it to their boss Tale and the girls had already reached Garp's ship.
Tale jumped from his ship to Garp's. When he landed he saw many marines pointing their weapons at him.
"Stop it," Garp said as he already felt that it was Tale.
"Come here Tale, let me introduce you to someone," Garp said.
Tale walked to Garp and saw that someone was sitting next to him. When he looked at the person sitting next to Garp he was surprised as he saw that it was Gol D. Roger.
"Roger, he's the person I was telling you about," Garp said.
Roger looked at Tale and nodded as he felt the power coming from him.
"Tale, this is one of my friends I made in the fight," Garp said.
Tale looked at Roger and nodded before turning to Garp.
"What's the plan?" Tale asked.
"Fight," Garp said.
"That's it?" Tale frowned.
"Yes," Garp said.
Tale sighed and decided to not question him.
While Tale, Garp, and Roger were talking. They heard many screams.
When they looked at the direction of the screams they saw 8 people coming their way killing everyone who stood in their way.
"These are the Rock Pirates?" Tale asked as he was surprised to see a few people he knew.
"Yes," Garp said and then looked at marines and said to them "Prepare for a fight!!!"
'"YES SIR!!!"' All marines screamed and prepared for the fight.
"I will go first," Garp said and jumped down.
Tale looked at Garp and sighed.
Tale turned to Roger beside him.
"You alone?" Tale asked as he didn't see any of his crew members.
Roger didn't answer but laughed. When he was laughing a Ship was approaching as it was a signal.
'"Captain!!!"' A few crew members from the ship jumped to Rogers' side and greeted them.
"Prepare for a hard fight!!!" Roger said and jumped following Garp.
 Roger's crew members also followed Roger to the fight.
Tale decided to wait for a little to see how powerful Roger and Garp are and if they need help against the Rocks' Pirates.
While waiting he decided to go back to his own ship.
When he landed on his own ship he saw that his girls were already prepared for the fight.
"Umm... Honey, can Kiona join the fight as well?" Tsuru asked.
Tale though for a while and decided to let all the wolves join the fight.
When he let the wolves out of the 'World' they looked around.
"Who's the enemy?" Akira asked as he looked at the battlefield.
"Rocks Pirate," Tale said and showed their bounty posters he got took Garp.
"Let me see them," Tsuru said and grabbed the bounties from Tale.
"It... It's him," Tsuru said while frowning looking at one of the bounties.
"What's wrong?" Tale asked as he felt something wrong.
"It's nothing dear just some old thing to settle," Tsuru answered while leaking bloodlust.
'Who's the person to make her so angry?' Tale though and looked at the bounty that Tsuru was holding and saw that it was Edward Newgate's' bounty.
Tale thought for a while and couldn't find the reason Tsuru was so mad at Edward Newgate.
'He's not my father is he?' Tale thought but shook the thought out of his head as he felt that it wasn't possible.
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While Tale was thinking he was shaken out of his thought by an earthquake coming from the Island.
Tale without waiting spread out his Haki and see what was happening.
When his Haki reached the middle of the battlefield he saw that Garp and Roger were at a disadvantage. 
"Okay, it's time for us to join," Tale said and jumped to the Island.
Tale landed next to the battlefield and activated his Haoshoku Haki.
When his Haushoku Haki spread earth was cracking as everyone fell unconscious except the people fighting in the middle of the battlefield.
"What is happening?!?!" A deep voice came from the middle of the battlefield as he saw almost everyone fell unconscious.
Tale wasn't expecting almost everyone to get knocked out. So he stood in silence before moving to the middle of the battlefield. When he reached it he was everyone was looking at him.
"Who are you?!" The deep voice said again.
"You must be Rocks Pirate Captain, Rocks D. Xebec," Tale said while looking at the man in front of him.
"I am, but who the hell are you!!!" Xebec said out loud and attacked Tale.
Tale punched the fist that was coming his way. When both fists connected earth beneath them shook as it was splitting apart.
Xebec took ten's steps back as blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
*cough* Xebec coughed blood.
"Who are you?" Xebec asked with fear written on his face.
"Me? I am Tale, Eric L. Tale, an explorer who likes to travel, train and cook," Tale said.
When everyone heard him they almost fell down while thinking 'What kind of introduction is this?'
When Xebec heard the answer he attacked again. 
This time Xebec covered his fist with Busoshoku Haki and also used Haoshoku Haki together.
Tale again punched Xebecs' fist but this time also using both Bousoshoku and Haoshoku Haki.
When their fists' connected an even bigger earthquake happened. The earthquake spread in all directions.
Both Tale and Xebec didn't back down and used more strength.
When people around them saw that they were using even more strength. They panicked as they saw many unconscious people getting swallowed by the earth as it split apart.
Garp and Roger both looked at each other and told the rest of their crews to try to rescue as many people as possible.
Garp's and Roger's crew both worked hard saving the unconscious people.
While Tale and Xebec were fighting the rest of Rocks Pirates wanted to join the fight to attack Tale together but there intercepted by Tsuru, Shakuyaku, Kokoro, Nico, and the wolves.
Tsuru picked a fight against Edward Newgate.
Shakuyaku against Kaido.
Kokoro against Charlotte Linlin.
Nico teamed up with Kiona and Rumia against Shiki.
Akira against John.
Tale had to fight against Xebec, Silver Axe and Ochoku.
Tale had a difficult time fighting against three of them so he decided to take off his full-body weights. When he took them off he felt very light and felt that he was faster and stronger than before.
When Xebec, Silver Axe and Ochoku saw it they were shocked as they didn't expect Tale to be holding back.
After Tale took the full-body weights off it became easier for him.
While Tale's crew and Rocks Pirates were fighting Garps and Rogers crew saved the people who were knocked out on the ground. After everyone was saver Garp and Roger decided to join the fight.
Garp took Silver Axe from Tale, and Roger took Ochoku.
Tale decided to finish the fight faster, so he used all his strength combined with Busoshoku and Haoshoku. When he struck Xebec with his fist He felt the whole world pause for a moment.
Tale's punch was so powerful the Island that everyone was standing on was exploding.
When others felt that the island started to explode they started to run to their ship.
While everyone was running the Rocks Pirates looked at their captain and saw that he had a fist coming from his back.
'"Captain!!!"' The Rocks Pirates screamed as they saw their captain losing his life before there eyes.
They stopped fighting the people in front of them as they ran to their captain's body.
Tale though that they were coming to attack him so he took his sword out of the inventory to kill them but then he felt their emotions.
Tale looked at the body in front of him and sighed as he put his sword back into his inventory and turned to his crew.
"Let's leave," Tale said and started walking to his own ship as the earth beneath them was still exploding.
The girls looked at Tale and the Rocks Pirates before nodding and coming to Tales' side.
The wolves followed the girls.
After reaching the ship Tale decide to leave quickly as he knew that World Government probably already has sent some people to check the fight between Rocks Pirates, Marines and Roger Pirates.
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[Status]
[Name] Eric L. Tale
[Gender] Male
[Race] Human
[Age] 18 Years old.
[Strength] 27675
[Speed] 27247
[Endurance] 26987
[Luck] ∞
[Charisma] ∞
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[Skills]
[Combat] Close Quarters Combat 10/10 | Geppo 10/10 | Soru 10/10 | Tekkai 10/10 | Swordsmanship 8/10
[Crafting] Cooking 9/10 | Carpentry 9/10 | Construction 10/10 | Brewing 10/10 | Weight Making 10/10 | Shipwright 10/10 | Swordsmith 9/10
[Soul&Will] Instinct 10/10 | Kenbunshoku Haki 10/10 | Busoshoku Haki 10/10 | Haoshoku Haki 10/10
[Body] Recovery 10/10 | Iron body 10/10

A person died on a plane. Got granted few wishes.

First world - One Piece.

I can't really type the synopsis...

*Sizzle. Sizzle.*
As the fire burnt and the pot stirred, the aroma of the day's first meal spread through the noses of those within the small restaurant of Almer Town, Soulace Way.
The customers gulped concurrently as they sat patiently in silence stopping their stomachs from growling from that aroma as the one who did would get there's last, it was the odd habit of the owner. Children were exempt from it though, which the adults felt unfair and against their rights, but they couldn't say anything for fear they'd lose the chance to enjoy a meal.
"Ah! It's done, I'll bring it over in a moment, get yourselves presentable please."
Straightening their backs and wiping away their drool carefully, both the adults and children placed their hands respectfully on the table edge.
Step. Step. Step.
With every resounding soft step which felt like an earthquake to them, the hearts of the customers quickened.
"Ah oh! You guy's got it right today-"
Growl~
Before anyone knew it, their stomachs started growling as the aroma of today's meal spread further and became richer.
'DAMN IT!' They all thought as they watched the owner snickering lightly as he handed plates to the children giving them their portions as he very slowly gave the adults there's whilst they were forced to watch the extremely slow process as their growling stomachs echoed through the restaurant.
They got the food in the end though, from the order of the last to have their stomach growl to the first's to growl. His senses were quite good.
"Enjoy!"
"HM!"
Eating savoringly, fast and slow, everyone ate satisfyingly.
Leaning on the counter, the owner, Tale Soulace an 18-year-old young man watched happily as they enjoyed. His black hair and slight dark circles under his gray eyes gave him a novel vibe.
He had moved away from the city and come over here to this little town as his mind needed peace, and this place definitely helped. It was quiet, trouble-free, and had great scenery, with pleasant people.
Though don't let his physically 18-year-old appearance fool you, his body while young, his mind and soul were aged well over several thousand.
He was an individual who lived two separate worlds at the same time with the two worlds having drastic time differences. Even now as he stood there watching, he was moving his other self in the other world as time never stopped, the time variation was tremendous and odd. It was confusing but made sense if you thought about it carefully, though never try to make any calculations for it will ruin your intellect.
In simplest terms, separated by worlds but connected by mind, he controlled two bodies at the same time but also completely different time frames.
It was quite agonizing at the start for him when he began living the two worlds at birth simultaneously, his young mind couldn't handle it back then, the pain and suffering from that time isn't something he's willing to remember or recollect.
It's mostly fine now as his mind expanded beyond comprehension being able to handle the two timelines occurring in his mind.
God Fatir, and Tale Soulace, were his two identities. They were of different classes, lifestyles, and authority but of the same soul and power, though the power he had in this world was far weaker. God Fatir as it sounded meant he was a god-type being in the other world after all.
Everything was confusing but the knowledge he gained over both worlds gave him understanding.
This current world of his was a modern-day period where special powers called "Quirks" have become commonplace throughout the world and due to that, chaos and turmoil aren't rare as villains as classified to those who use their powers for the evil and hero's whose jobs it is to stop those villains are prevalent. Tale couldn't care less about the happenings of this world much less get involved though, his mind was chaotic enough already. He just wanted peace, that's why he opened a restaurant out here.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
"Brother Tale, thank you for the food!"
"Thank you for the food!"
Ruffling the hair of the children who finished their meals and came to thank him, Tale smiled lightly. The kids here had manners.
'It'd be great if I could bring him here to play...' Tale thought with melancholy.
"No problem, as thanks, make sure to leave a spot for me tomorrow, I'll come over and play with you little speedsters! I'll bring the sandwiches of course!"
"YAY!"
"Brother Tale, are you going to show us a new game?"
"Like always Wendy."
"New game? Yay, you're the best bratha Tale!"
"Oh! We'll invite the others for you then, Brother Tale."
"Well, thank you."
Patting little Wendy's head, Tale sighed in his mind. She reminded him too much of his own little shorty.
[E/N: No this is not a sign of anything, get your stupid thoughts into the trashcan please, and thank you.]
As he directed the kids to their parents as they came, Tale suddenly looked to the side as a burly man with a large smile gave him a thumbs-up as he finished his plate of food.
"Soulace, the food's been great as always... no, I think it's become even more heavenly...! Bless you, God of Chefs Soulace, bless you! May you retain your greatness forever! Long live your godliness!" The burly man was distanced by everyone rapidly... even if the others shared the same thoughts, saying it out loud was something different.
Little Wendy hid behind Tale's legs covering her face in embarrassment, trying to act like she didn't know the man that was her father.
"Haha... Thank you for the compliment."
As the kids returned to their parents' side, one by one, as they had done, their parents thanked for the food as they paid before leaving, throwing compliments like usual, nothing excessive as Wendy's father of course.
The old Lemi had even said, "Thank you for the great food Soulace, get some rest though, you seem tired." Tale appreciated her concern, though he wasn't really up to resting.
Being the last to leave, Wendy glared at her father.
"Can't you compliment graciously father!" Her tone was a bit annoyed, embarrassed, and calm. Her intelligence was higher than most children here due to her quirk, so her vocabulary had bigger words than most.
"Daughter what are you talking about... that was a... gracious... compliment!"
"Hmph! Let's go, let's go! Brother Tale, see you tomorrow."
"Daughter! Aren't I the father? I can walk, I can walk! Stop dragging me! Soulace help!"
'Never mind... she isn't like my shorty at all...' Tale thought as he waved his final customers' goodbye.
Closing the shop for the day as he only operated in the morning, Tale walked out the back as he headed out of the town.
Heading south, after about a mile or so, mountainous scenes came to view. There was one perfect spot where the sun and a mountain peak met, shimmering gold.
Tss. Tss.
Taking several mental photos, Tale quietly explored around.
Some time mid-day, he came across a group of raiders though, they were heading towards the town over. There were a couple of Mutant-types, and the rest were either Transformation-types or Emitter-types, they didn't openly manifest their abilities yet, so it was hard to say though you could infer from the extra body parts that gave hints.
At the same time, in the other world,
God Fatir cooked a gracious meal and sat it on a table as he sat down with a young 10-year-old child on his lap.
This was Yul Soulace, a child he picked up from a forest as a baby when he descended to this lower world of mortals. He gave him his other self's family name as it would disrespect the one who cared for him in this world if he suddenly gave it to a mortal, they were strict to that.
Fatir considered both of his family names the same, so it didn't matter. The two selves may be different, but they had the same beating heart.
Yul had soft beige hair, soft aquamarine-colored eyes, and light healthy skin.
God Fatir himself like his other self had black hair, though it was far softer in color than Tale Soulace and his eyes were a golden yellow with his figure lean but in shape. Overall, he had a finer appearance than Tale Soulace.
"Now say ahh."
Taking a spoonful of the meal, God Fatir made the spoon act like an airplane like how he watched one of the parents in the town feed their child. It didn't work as he expected though...
"Dad! I'm not a baby!" Pouting, Yul turned his head.
Shocked, God Fatir felt his arm weaken... He slowly put the spoon down and as soon as he did, it went missing in a flash as Yul grabbed it.
As he turned his head, Fatir found a spoon in his mouth.
"Here you go, dad, eat too! Hehe. You' be hungry if you don't."
Fatir was lost for words...
"You rascal... this is your food, eat."
"Share, we share daddy."
'Ah... those eyes...'
Taking out another spoon, with a sigh, Fatir gave it to Yul who happily took it as he ate. He had to eat as well, otherwise, Yul would try to feed him...
'Hm... did he notice I don't usually eat...? Did he think I was hungry? Haha, good little kid.' Fatir chuckled lightly thinking about it.
As God Fatir and his in-name adopted son ate, the night sky sparkled beautifully. Finishing their meal, the two came out and gazed up at it.
"Yul, would you like to come with me to my next hunt?" Fatir asked quietly with a smile.
"Really!"
"Yea."
"YAY!"

(The following story is told in the format of a short theatrical play. The reason for this is I felt it was the best way to write this story.)
Storyteller: mysterious hunched figure trapped in the darkest depth of the earth gifted with magnificent stories.
William: an asshole writer who is looking for the storyteller, so he can find the greatest story ever and make a profit off it.
Shadow 1, 2/ audience members: acts out the tales  of the storyteller silently then become a part of the audience at the end.
Scene: the stage is dark except for a single dim spotlight shining down on the storyteller who appears chained to the floor.
Props: one large melted candle, some old coins.
(storyteller hangs his head over the candle) s
Storyteller—who is there creeping in the shadows beyond my candles flame, like a thief in the night come to steal the jewels and drapes?
William —it is only me old man, nothing more.
Storyteller – I have known many Me's in my life but all of them have come with a name.
William—my name is of no consequence. I have come to be told a story.
Storyteller—a story is a pricy thing, have you brought payment?
William —here, (drops some old coins in front of the man) I believe that is payment enough?
Storyteller – I have no use for money. Your payment is not enough.
William —then what is old man?
Storyteller—I would have your name sir. Names have power, and to know a name is a very powerful thing.
William – True If i was to say I knew the king of England and could prove so it would get me very far in life. But I am not a man of power so why does my name matter so much to you?
Storyteller – if it is of no consequence for me to know then what does it matter to you?
William – You stupid old fool. Fine, I will tell you my name but first you must tell me a story.
Storyteller – hmm very well, it is no skin off my back and I have tales to spare. Sit down by may candle and I will begin. (motions with a chained hand for William to sit)
(William takes a seat across from the storyteller as the storyteller spins his tale)
Storyteller – (as the storyteller tells the tale the shadows enter the stage and silently act out the story behind him) long ago there was a hunter and his father. The winter that year had been harsh beyond any known to their village and the two had decided to go hunting since the snow had stopped falling and the morning looked clear. The pair setout with bellies empty and hopes high, but the winter was harsh and the snows unpredictable. Soon the duo was lost in the days blizzard and all game gone into hiding but luck shown favorably on them as they came across an abandoned hut in the middle of nowhere. A Hunters hovel nothing more but shelter enough for him and his father to wait out the storm.
The storm didn't let up that day and it didn't let up the next either, soon there was no food left in the hovel's stores and the fire that they kept was a fickle beast that needed constant tending lest it die. Three days in that very night the boy awoke to find that the fire had gone out and the hovel was beginning to freeze over. Turning to his father he meant to shake him awake only to find a woman dressed in white standing over the still corpse of his father.
"who are you", the hunter asked his eyes locked on the vision that now stood next to him.
"I am the winter itself the white witch", she announced her raven black hair billowing around her face, "how unfortunate for you that you should awake now, if you had slept you might have gone peacefully and I would have ended your lives peacefully without fuss. Now you must die horribly by my hand."
And with that the witches beautiful features contorted and transformed into a mask of pure terror and long teeth as she prepared to rip him to shreds.
"wait please why must I die? My father is dead and gone, is his life not enough that I must die?" the hunter asked casting a glance at the body of his parent.
"it is not the question of a life but rather the fact that you have seen me", the witch snarled as her features began to resume their previous beautiful state, "if you had not woken up this would not have been the case and had the cold spared you, you might have lived."
"I see, then if it is my time to die I shall be honored to be killed by one of beauty such as yours", he replied, "for never in my life has anyone compared to you."
At this the witch stopped and with one finger grabbed the scuff of his shirt and pulled him up to her pale face.
"oh, I see", she said her breath icy and chill on his face, "very well then you may live on one condition. If you ever tell another soul of what happened tonight I will punish you and whoever you tell. Deal."
The hunter eagerly accepted her proposal and as she left the small hut the blizzard ceased revealing to the trained hunters eyes a way home to his village. The next morning as he walked into town with his dead father strapped to a makeshift sled the townsfolk greeted him and asked how his father had died but the Hunter kept silent and would not answer their many questions. Within the following weeks the questions turned to rumors and the rumors turned to silence as all news does, and the hunter bore it all never speaking of that night.
It was during this time, as the hunter sat grief stricken at the loss of his father that he was soon consoled by a woman who looked of spring. Words turned to whispers, whispers turned to love, and love turned to kisses as they where soon married the next spring. Things went well for the hunter for many years even having a handsome son along the way. Unfortunately, one harsh winter the hunter grew deathly ill and was confined to his bed.
Unfortunately, the hunter grew worse and one day as his boy sat next to him he looked to him and told him of the night he had met the witch and how she had spared his life, of how beautiful she was yet fierce. As the boy left the room to with the tale of a beautiful snow spirit in his mind the hunters wife walked into the room.
"how could you have told him", she said as her appearance changed into that of the white witch, "why did you tell him?"
"because I am dying, and I wanted him to know how I had met his mother", the hunter replied staring into the tear-soaked face of the witch, "I am ready now."
At this the witch leaned close to him the chill of her touch penetrating the blankets on him.
"I told you that should you tell anybody I would punish you, so here is your punishment you will never see me again", she said and then glided to the door, "promise to take care of him."
"I promise", he said
And with that the witch kept her word and vanished from their lives. With the witch gone the harsh winters left and the hunter got rapidly better and although he had broken his first promise to her he never broke the second.
Storyteller – there is your story may I now have my reward?
William – you call that a story, that's children's tales, a sugar-coated fantasy that story is not worth the payment of even a syllable of name.
Storyteller -- You asked for a story and I replied with one of value equal to your payment.
William – my name is worth far more than a childes bedtime tale, (at this William opens his wallet and tosses the old coins at the man) the pennies on the floor will cover your payment.
Storyteller – I am sorry to offend please sit once more and if you deem it worthy of your time I will spin you one of true worth.
William – then get to it old man (William sits opposite the storyteller as he begins a new tale)
Storyteller – (as the storyteller begins his tale the shadows enter stage again and act out the story) there once was a war between two sides and on one of the sides there was a solider named Jack. Halfway into the battle the commander met with Jack and formally discharged him from duty. Jack packed his things and got ready to leave the next morning however as he left some of the soldiers off duty playing cards warned him not to stray to far into the woods for the devil was thought to live there.
But Jack gave them no mind he knew the stories and doubted the devil would choose such a place to hang around. He should have listened to his comrades for as he walked through the woods whistling ruby tune he happened upon a strange hunched old man playing a fiddle on an old stump.
"My what's a fella like you doing out in these parts", Jack asked as he approached the wrinkles and cataracts that made the old man.
"I'm playing my fiddle to stave off the thought of hunger jack", the old man said and put down his fiddle.
"How did you know my name was jack", our hero asked inquisitively of the old man.
"I call everyone Jack for names are of no concern lest they have meaning behind them", the old man replied and hopped off the stump, "say I'm awful hungry and I so happen to have a deck of cards and my fiddle how about we play a few games and I'll try and win me some food from your pack?"
"I'm not one to turn down a game but neither am I one to rob an old man of his fiddle", Jack said as he sat down on the opposite side of the stump.
"my fiddle isn't what I'm betting here son, I have my drinking glass as well to bargain as well as my sack", he said dealing the cards.
"then let's bet to that", Jack agrees, and the games began.
But the cards weren't on Jacks side nor were the next and the ones after that as well till Jack had lost all he owned to the old man but his pants.
"care to play again", the old man hummed shuffling the deck in hands.
"I would if I could but all I have left is my pants and I don't feel like walking through the woods and back home naked", Jack replied standing up as he was about to leave.
"that's not all you got sonny you still git your soul", the old man said the milky whites of his eyes shining like pearls.
"so that's who you are, I always thought the devil would have cloven hoofs and horns on his head", Jack asked.
"I go where I go, and I look as I look but the question still remains Jack do you place your bet" the old man replied placing the deck of cards on the stump.
"I agree to your bet", Jack said as he sat back down and began to reshuffle the cards, "I've seen my fair share in war and killed many a good man. My souls no cleaner then the soles of my boots so honestly even if I do lose your only getting used goods like the rest of my stuff. However, if I do win ill be taking all my stuff back and that sack of yours.
"my sack and glass", the devil asked in the most innocent manner.
"yes, your sack if the devil has a sack and glass with him I doubt it's any ordinary sack or glass ", Jack said, "and unfortunately for you mister devil it seems I win."
In Jacks hand he showed 4 kings trumping the devils hand by a hair, this angered the old demon so much that he stomped on the ground so hard the earth opened and swallowed him whole.
Jack happily claimed his prize and to his astonishment found that all he had to do was point at an object and tell it to get in his sack and the object no matter what would be swallowed whole by the sack and not get any bigger. While the drinking glass when he looked through it made everything seem clearer than they did without the glass.
He walked onward with the sack hanging from his shoulder until he came across an old mansion sitting by itself by the forests edge. The gates were unlocked as he approached and when he knocked on the door it swung inward freely. Something was terribly wrong with this place Jack could feel it and as he walked up the stairs to the second floor he held the sack at the ready.
All the rooms were empty as well and he was about to assume the same of the ladies chambers until he sees light pouring through the door crack.
"hello?" he asked as he opened the door to reveal a young woman lying in the bed sick to the gills.
"hello good sir so sorry about the welcome but I sent everyone away, so they do not catch my illness and suffer an even worse fate", she answered in a voice strained from coughing and chocking.
"that is awfully kind of you miss", jack said his heart aching at the thought of the pain she must be going through, "but what will happen to you without someone to take care of you?"
"I'm afraid I will die and the estate and lands I own will be taken by the king for his war effort", she strains her face pale as a cloth.
"I think I might have an idea how to help you miss", Jack said pulling the sack from off his shoulder, "when do you believe death will be coming for you?"
"soon", she answered with a slight cough, "but I don't see how you could possibly help me."
"don't worry miss I've got a plan", jack said.
And with that he set a chair behind the door and waited for the reaper to appear and nor did he have to wait long a young lady soon begins to choke staring in horror at empty air. Putting the glass to his eye Jack sees the dark visage of death himself, for that's what the glass could do, and opening the mouth of his sack he ordered the grim reaper to get inside.
With a force so powerful death was sucked into the sack and Jack quickly tied it shut. Happily, the woman jumped to her feet finding that the sickness that was killing her to be gone and she rushed into the arms of Jack. That night the two lived in passion as only those who love each other can, never stopping, never resting, always together.
The next morning the young lady went out to fetch them breakfast while Jack readied himself for the day as well as to prepare for the return f the mansions staff when from outside her heard the shrill cry of the young woman from downstairs. Taking the steps two at a time Jack rushed down the stairs to find her covered in blood with a pale look upon her usually rosy face.
"the chicken it won't die", she screamed pointing out the door to the chopping block.
Walking out side he found out she was right, for there standing before him running around in circles was a headless chicken. Then he noticed the cows bloated and rotting walking like normal if the fields but that wasn't the worst of his problems of no because as he peered out the gates he noticed a band of grisly looking men lumbering up toward the mansion.
"help us!" they cried flesh falling from their bones, "we wish to die!"
It was at this that jack knew he had made a mistake and sprinted back into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom where the sack lay on the floor as well as the drinking glass. Grabbing the burlap in his hand he began to slowly untie the knot as he walked back down stairs. He then held the sack open once more and ordered death to come out and with a flash of power there stood death in the middle of the hallway black robes and all.
"please don't be mad my good sir", Jack asked with the glass held up to his eye, "I only meant to help the young heiress."
"mad, why would I be mad", death crooned in the sound of a thousand carrion birds, "that was my first day off in forever."
"you're very welcome then sir but now that your back does that mean the young lady has to die", jack replied as the young heiress huddled beside him.
"I'll tell you what, you let me take a day off each year in that sack of yours and I'll spare her life until her hair turns to grey", death said in the tone of a dead winter.
To this Jack agreed and death left to go do his work. The couple cheered in joy at their conquest and set about restoring the mansion back to its original beauty, as well as calling back the rest of its inhabitants. Jack lived peacefully with lived peacefully with the heiress to the end of their days, and as for the sack well his decedents every year use it to catch death and give him his well-deserved rest. ( shadows finish acting out the story and sit among the audience in normal clothes)
Now have I earned my prize?
William- your prize, huh that story wasn't even worth the time it took to tell stay here and rot old man your stories have no value to me.
(William makes like he is about to leave)
Storyteller – of no value. Of no value! (storyteller stands up before William can and looms over him) fool you have insulted me twice this day, the first time I attributed it to the proficiency of my tale but now I see it was not. You want a story then here's a new one.
William – but sir (tries to stand up but is forced to sit back down by one of the storyteller's fingers)
Storyteller – sit! There once was a writer who looked to find fame and fortune but to do so he had to find the world's greatest story. However, this writer could not tell a tale to save his life and so he sought to steal one from a being said to live over hill and under mountain in the darkest depth he lay to tell stories for eternity. Over hill and under mountain he went, slinking like a snake to steal from the storyteller. The storyteller gave him a tale about love but he was spat at by the writer, told of his inadequacy, so the story teller wove him another tale about the devil and death but the writer spat on him again and refused to give the storyteller payment. The payment of his name, your name William.
William – that's impossible I never told you!
Storyteller – no but you showed me your wallet and inside was a picture of you and your name. So, the storyteller laughed and wove the writer a new tale a tale of everything of kings and colors and devils and heroes. All the images flashing through his mind in a cacophony of knowledge until there was nothing.
(William at this appears to go into a trance staring off into the distance as the storyteller takes the chains off his wrists and places them on William's.)
William(coming out of his trance) – what's going on why am I chained up?
Storyteller – (drops his cloak to reveal a handsome man) for his punishment the writer was cursed to forever tell stories, forever mocked by his audience, trapped as the man who now before him once was.
William – please, I don't want this. Please don't do this.
Storyteller – goodbye storyteller.
 (storyteller walks off stage leaving William the new storyteller alone chained to floor with the candle. William looks around and realizes the audience)
William – please help me. Get me out of here!
(shadows that had become apart of the audience stand up from their seats and demand to be told a story. William tries ask what before being cut off by more demand for a story. William tries to tell a story but as he starts to tell it the shadows/audience members boo at him.)
William -- what do you want.?
(more demands to tell a story, as he begins he is then booed at again by the shadows/audience. William curls up in a ball in center stage as shadows/audience members demand a story)
End of play.

A collection of Short Stories of strange fiction, horror, and fantasy.

Ken Leiter de Ghera, taleweaver and lord over a dominion only present in legends, grabbed the gunwale with both hands and gazed over the water. For a moment he paused the recounting of the tale he was telling. The audience would wait a few moments more.
     He was going back home, even though he was less certain of where home was than he had been for more than five hundred years. Half a millennium, had it been that long? He smiled bitterly as he admitted it had been more, much more. There was a certain irony in how life played its jokes on people. He'd sailed here in search of his own and a tale had him frantically returning as fast as sailing vessels could bring him. He wiped a smile from his lips and turned.
     Someone, somewhere, knew a legend from Earth, and that somewhere was close to Verd.
     It was time to wrap up his tale. "And that was how a hero came to a hero's end, with a grand funeral where all his friends were present, knowing that friendship, if strong enough, surpasses death." He bowed deeply enough to almost fall over and rose on wobbly legs to the amusement of his onlookers. "Now, on your way children. You have parents waiting. Go on!"
     Laughs and shrieks of joy and a few complaints aimed at coercing him into telling them another story followed him on his way to his cabin, and not a few envious stares from the adults as well. The fathers and mothers being too old to voice their want of a tale, but, he noted with a more genuine smile this time, not too old to let their faces show their want.
     "That was a fitting description of the events, fitting for children, that is." An old woman with friendly eyes peering out from a face so wrinkled it was almost as if she was bearded sat in his way. She looked up at him as she spoke before shading her face from the sun with a leathery hand.
     "They are but children, honoured old mother," Ken said, using the honorific he'd gotten used to the last two decades.
     "They are, but why lie to them. Horrible times those were, filled with death."
     Ken looked at her with growing interest. He hadn't said anything giving away the period of his tale, at least nothing the people this side of the ocean should know.
     Ken drew a deep breath of salty air and studied her more closely. There was a strength hidden behind all that frailty. The hand she kept in her lap could have wielded a sword in an earlier life for all he knew.
     "How so, honoured old mother? What about those times?"
     She peered back at him. "Any time with a High Priestess of Cor is a long time ago, but with a queen present as well you tell tales from Dragonwrath."
     Ken searched his memories for references. Twice only in Kordic history when the queen was not also High Priestess, and little was known about the times before World War, or Dragonwrath as some called it.
     "I think you're right, honoured old mother. The tale was indeed from Dragonwrath. Still, why scare the children. It's such a beautiful day after all."
     "Young man, in my days we weren't as sheltered as the young are now. They need to show some spine before they grow up as weaklings. Just look at those doting parents! Weaklings, all of them!" The friendliness was gone from the crone in an instant, and Ken silently wondered what he'd done to earn her hostility.
     "That may be, honoured old mother. That may be, but I am only a teller of tales, and I need coins for a living, and those parents pay for my passage." He bowed to the woman and returned. He didn't want his cabin any longer, and it had been a long time since he had last been called a young man, and that, almost, made it worth being reminded of the great war.
     She didn't know just how horrible those times had been, and by all gods holy, she knew nothing about his part in it, his and Neritan's. The revenge plotted, the traps laid and the awful miscalculation in the end. Neritan had saved him, but not before he had his mind read. Not before he helped his enemy to knowledge that should never have been allowed here.
     Ken shivered. The memories were coming back fast now. Ten years of war, three years of peace and plotting and half a day of nuclear holocaust. Half a day to end more lives than the entire ten disgusting years before it. Half a day, and he had given away the knowledge needed.
     He had to know where tales from a home he hadn't seen for over seven hundred came.
     That need created another moral dilemma. Taleweavers observe. We never intervene. Not the way I did, but I wasn't one yet when I did. How could I have known? If only I had known!

Great tales need to be told, but those that shape the world must be added to the Weave.

With the awakening of a god two taleweavers sharing two worlds meet and shape a new future for both. As they add new strands to the Weave in a way no taleweaver has ever done before ripples run through reality and the Weave begins to unravel.

Soon there are frays in the Weave.

Frays in the Weave is book two in the Taleweaver Saga. Book one is The Taleweaver.

Old Kostilu himself was chuckling inside as he raised his right hand briefly to signal for calm once more.
"Now, now don't make this old man lose his hearing. Listen to this story of mine."
"Once upon a time, there existed a village much like yours. Now it came a time when three of its bravest warriors were assigned to sentry duty on the outskirts of their boundaries far south."
"Their orders were to stand guard, observe and immediately report any suspicious movements from their southern neighbors for there existed some current tensions between them at the time."
"The three warriors departed south and set up camp. It was quiet for the first four days. On the fifth day however things took an unexpected turn. Early in the morning the three warriors were treated to a huge shock as thick streams of smoke could be seen rising way back in the direction of their beloved village."
"Just what was happening? Were they being attacked? Thousands of questions assailed our three warriors, questions that neither could answer at the time and this brought forth a great disagreement amongst them."
"Just what were they to do as proud warriors sworn to protect their village? After a heated confrontation, these were their decisions."
"The first warrior recently married and with a three month old son decided to rush back at once to his family. What if they were in danger, crying out to him. How could he live with himself. He had to make sure they were safe."
"The second warrior was royalty. He also rushed back in haste. If it was truly an ambush the enemy would focus on his royal homestead. His kin would be captured or worse. He had to be there."
"The third had neither family nor was he royalty. He chose to stay behind and continue with the orders they had been issued. He continued to watch south."
"Rushing back to the village, the two warriors found out that the smoke was due to a fiery fire that had claimed two huts. The cause had been two mischievous boys who had been playing around with fire in their mothers hut."
"Now before I finish my tale for it ends disastrously. I want you all to tell me this. Amongst our three warriors who was right? who was wrong?"
Old Kostilu carefully watched the contemplating initiates after he asked this. This being an extremely valuable lesson that he wanted to impart, he needed to pick an initiate who had seen through the dilemma perfectly as this would stick more if it came from one of them.
His eyes landed on a familiar face. 
"Ah my young friend, it seems that I shall have to rely on your wit." he chuckled to himself.
His hand raised out to Johari Tembo who held a somewhat frowning face as he digested Old Kostilu's words.
"Hmm... stage fright, did I think too highly of him." a hint of worry fleeted past the head scribes eyes but Johari's calm smile assured him his worries were unnecessary.
"What a bothersome old man. Didn't he pick up that I prefer some peace and quiet and not the limelight he just shone upon me." Johari groaned to himself as he saw all the eyes silently converge upon him. 
He had pondered on the tale and come to various conclusions thus he decided to voice them out.
"This tale focusses on the conflict of duty that will no doubt arise in the near future within ourselves. The first warrior is torn between his duty to his family and loved ones and his duty as a Moran."
"This will be one of the hardest hurdles we will have to face as we have grown up around our loved ones and have very deep cherished ties with them. To most of us our families are our lives."
"The first warrior was wrong to choose his family over his duty as a warrior but I believe this is a choice most of us here would make without hesitation if not all  of us. I can only ask for guidance from elder on behalf of all of us."
Old Kostilu nodded greatly appeased at the answer Johari voiced. Most of his peers too cast a second look at the unusually quiet initiate whose signature rough unkempt hair made him stand out. 
There were really hidden gems within their ranks. It seemed that they needed to work a bit harder to make a name for themselves. 
"As for the second warrior, he too was wrong." Johari continued after a brief pause. 
He cast a quick glance at Moseti unintentionally and seeing his proud aloof face, not really putting anyone in his eyes he felt some anger well up inside him at once.
"As part of royalty he had an extra reason to lead by example, to be steadfast to ensure that not just him but the other warriors stuck to their assigned positions."
Old Kostilu nodded with a pleased smile, but what Johari said next wiped that smile from his old face faster than a deer in the wind.
"But because he was nothing more than a pampered brat as most royalty are, he put his selfish intentions first to rush back all the while secretly hoping  his kin had come to harm so that he could have designs on the chieftain. He truly had a black heart that thirsted only for power."
"Huh !?!  What in the blue heavens... How did this brat come to such drastic conclusions. I made the story as simple as possible.!" lamented Old Kostilu in his heart.
"Such unparalleled selfishness and a dark scheming heart may be non existent for a majority of us here but I too shall ask for guidance from elder on behalf of those that such a situation might apply to."
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Old Kostilu himself was chuckling inside as he raised his right hand briefly to signal for calm once more. 

"Now, now don't make this old man lose his hearing. Listen to this story of mine." 

"Once upon a time, there existed a village much like yours. Now it came a time when three of its bravest warriors were assigned to sentry duty on the outskirts of their boundaries far south." 

"Their orders were to stand guard, observe and immediately report any suspicious movements from their southern neighbors for there existed some current tensions between them at the time." 

"The three warriors departed south and set up camp. It was quiet for the first four days. On the fifth day however things took an unexpected turn. Early in the morning the three warriors were treated to a huge shock as thick streams of smoke could be seen rising way back in the direction of their beloved village." 

"Just what was happening? Were they being attacked? Thousands of questions assailed our three warriors, questions that neither could answer at the time and this brought forth a great disagreement amongst them." 

"Just what were they to do as proud warriors sworn to protect their village? After a heated confrontation, these were their decisions." 

"The first warrior recently married and with a three month old son decided to rush back at once to his family. What if they were in danger, crying out to him. How could he live with himself. He had to make sure they were safe." 

"The second warrior was royalty. He also rushed back in haste. If it was truly an ambush the enemy would focus on his royal homestead. His kin would be captured or worse. He had to be there." 

"The third had neither family nor was he royalty. He chose to stay behind and continue with the orders they had been issued. He continued to watch south." 

"Rushing back to the village, the two warriors found out that the smoke was due to a fiery fire that had claimed two huts. The cause had been two mischievous boys who had been playing around with fire in their mothers hut." 

"Now before I finish my tale for it ends disastrously. I want you all to tell me this. Amongst our three warriors who was right? who was wrong?" 

Old Kostilu carefully watched the contemplating initiates after he asked this. This being an extremely valuable lesson that he wanted to impart, he needed to pick an initiate who had seen through the dilemma perfectly as this would stick more if it came from one of them. 

His eyes landed on a familiar face. 

"Ah my young friend, it seems that I shall have to rely on your wit." he chuckled to himself. 

His hand raised out to Johari Tembo who held a somewhat frowning face as he digested Old Kostilu's words. 

"Hmm... stage fright, did I think too highly of him." a hint of worry fleeted past the head scribes eyes but Johari's calm smile assured him his worries were unnecessary. 

"What a bothersome old man. Didn't he pick up that I prefer some peace and quiet and not the limelight he just shone upon me." Johari groaned to himself as he saw all the eyes silently converge upon him. 

He had pondered on the tale and come to various conclusions thus he decided to voice them out. 

"This tale focuses on the conflict of duty that will no doubt arise in the near future within ourselves. The first warrior is torn between his duty to his family and loved ones and his duty as a Moran." 

"This will be one of the hardest hurdles we will have to face as we have grown up around our loved ones and have very deep cherished ties with them. To most of us our families are our lives." 

"The first warrior was wrong to choose his family over his duty as a warrior but I believe this is a choice most of us here would make without hesitation if not all of us. I can only ask for guidance from elder on behalf of all of us." 

Old Kostilu nodded greatly appeased at the answer Johari voiced. Most of his peers too cast a second look at the unusually quiet initiate whose signature rough unkempt hair made him stand out. 

There were really hidden gems within their ranks. It seemed that they needed to work a bit harder to make a name for themselves. 

"As for the second warrior, he too was wrong." Johari continued after a brief pause. 

He cast a quick glance at Moseti unintentionally and seeing his proud aloof face, not really putting anyone in his eyes he felt some anger well up inside him at once. 

"As part of royalty he had an extra reason to lead by example, to be steadfast to ensure that not just him but the other warriors stuck to their assigned positions." 

Old Kostilu nodded with a pleased smile, but what Johari said next wiped that smile from his old face faster than a deer in the wind. 

"But because he was nothing more than a pampered brat as most royalty are, he put his selfish intentions first to rush back all the while secretly hoping his kin had come to harm so that he could have designs on the chieftain. He truly had a black heart that thirsted only for power." 

"Huh !?! What in the blue heavens... How did this brat come to such drastic conclusions. I made the story as simple as possible.!" lamented Old Kostilu in his heart. 

"Such unparalleled selfishness and a dark scheming heart may be non existent for a majority of us here but I too shall ask for guidance from elder on behalf of those that such a situation might apply to." 

*****

The Lion Heart Series.

Book one : Brave Souls.

In the far away lands, deep in the African Savannah, the fragile peace between two rival villages will come undone. Two rising warriors find themselves thrust in the middle of it all.

On one side Johari Tembo a simple laid back herds boy born of humble background finds his villages hopes and ultimate responsibility thrust onto him as he battles with his own demons.

While on the other side Moseti Kalibari, the chiefs only son and heir to the chieftain struggles with the yoke of too much expectations burdened onto him by his father the chief and his entire village.

As the war drums cry once more and as the deadly steel blades are honed, an Evil Sorceress hatches an evil plot to unleash a Terrible Darkness unto the world.

Who will fall? Who will conquer? Witness this magical African tale of love, hate and a journey to the spiritual. 

In these breathtakingly harsh and unforgiving lands, only the brave can conquer, only the brave shall survive.

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"Hello???" Mello picked up the call 
"h..h..ello" the other person shutters in fear.

"what is it?" Mello asked in annoyance 

"Tale...Tale got shot by ' Dragon wings' members " the other person said sadly out of fear.

"what? what happened to my brother" Mello asked worriedly 

"I am sorry Mello, We failed to save him. he was dead "  the other person said through the phone.

"WTF. I don't believe it. Don't play around with me. I don't believe it. No one can kill him. He promised me to take care of me. Where is my brother?...." Mello tried not to believe him but unexpectedly tears started coming out his eyes...his heart is sobbing
"I am sorry! we are sorry, we tried hard to save him...Iam sorry "  the other person said by crying...

It was the first time Mello cried in his life.
Mello Rage, 22 years young man. He is the only little brother of Tale Rage. They are not biological brothers. Tale adopted him when he was 10 years old. Mello is the only family of Tale. 

"Tale Rage " 38 years old. he is the leader of a powerful mafia " Tiger Head". He saved Mello from a car accident and adopted him as he got to know that he was an orphan.

Tale loves his little brother so much. Mello is the only person he cares most about. He had a very good relationship with his brother. These 12 years with his little brother were the happiest days of his life. But he also has so many responsibilities as a mafia leader. he runs one of the most powerful mafias. So, it's common to have enemies. but, he never involves his little brother in this mafia fights. If some serious fights hold in Mafia .he sends his little brother to the underground to keep him safe. But Mello doesn't like that. Mello is as strong as tale. He can also fight against mafia but tale cares him most.so, he doesn't allow him to fight even though he is more than enough to fight with the mafia. 
Recently, he is having serious problems with the other mafia named " Dragon wings". so, as usual, he sent his brother to the underground House. Mello hates when his brother does this...Anyway, he knows that he will be out when everything clears and he will have a little fight with his brother for sending him to the underground...This is what happens every time

But, This time something happened that he never expected. His big brother died in that fight. 

Mello took care of the funeral. people of 'Tiger head' are still sad about the death of their leader.  It's been 1 week already. 

Mello called everyone for a meeting. Everyone attended. They are sitting in a large hall with Mello standing in front of them on a height...

"so, I decided to take over my brother place"
it is the first sentence he spoke after his brother's death.

"but mello....." said one of the members who worked with his brother.

"I know. My brother doesn't want me to involve in the mafia. But I can't deny the fact that my brother is killed by "Dragon wings". I have to show them the result of killing my brother. That's my decision. I gonna kill them all" Mello shouted in anger. His face turned red due to anger. Hot blood traveling through his nerves which makes his nerves visible.

No one dares to speak out against his orders now. He looks scary now. It's like, he never gonna quit the decision of killing the people who killed his brother.

"I am with you " a young man stood up from the group and walked to Mello.

"I am zack, son of John " he shaked hands with Mello

John is the only person that tale believes so much. Everyone in" Tiger head" knows that John the most trusted person of Tale. John also died in the fight.so, His son zack wants to take his revenge for killing his father.

Mello and zack decided to plan further...

Finally, Everyone decided to be with them...

 * Tiger head is back*

'Mello' is 22 years young man who chooses to take over the leadership of mafia named "Tiger head" to take revenge on "Dragon wings" who killed his big brother...

In this process, he fell in love with an art student named 'Geo' 

Geo is an orphan, who is fond of arts. he is a kinda nerd but a handsome one. He never really cares about anything except studies.
He got enrolled in a famous university with his ranks. He studies theirs with his scholarships.
Everything was going in a planned way until he met Mello, A gangster

Let's see...How Geo falls in love with Mello...

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